This really is a great book encompassing the whole gamut of human emotions. Having experienced the most meaningless suffering of the concentration camps Viktor Frankl examines what distinguished those who lived and died and boiled it down to those who had a meaning in their life survived and those who could find none, in many cases died. I love his analogy of the meaning of a book or movie. “How do you know the ultimate meaning unless you hang in to the end?”

This is not an explanation of what is the meaning of life, the universe and everything but a framework for discovering what the meaning of your life could be. Since this such an old book I kind of regret that I didn’t read it earlier and now understand why it is so often mentioned. Such is life.